Disclaimer: Next part of this insane saga!
With untold losses and unparalleled devastation caused by Klaus' army, the world is left in a state of shock. Panic is spreading, fear is rising and terror looms in the shadows.
What was once a closely guarded and kept secret has now since been revealed to public knowledge. Hellsing, Iscariot and the Order of the Cross: Three shadowy organizations fighting a secret war against the forces of darkness for countless centuries no longer operate in the shadows. Public outrage is at large, with citizens across the world feeling lied and cheated to, knowing their governments have withheld the existence of supernatural creatures. What will society become like now that vampires, werewolves and devils are known to the world at large?
Our heroes use this time to re-cooperate and re-assemble for the coming war with Klaus. In 4 months' time the end of the world will begin as Klaus wages a campaign against humanity to create a new reality. During this time, new alliances will be formed. Friendships and familial ties will strengthen and long nursed feelings of love and romance will blossom.
NOTE: After this, I'll delve into an origin chapter concerning Kazuya. Many readers have questioned his past and I promise all will be revealed.
Chapter Forty Four- Lamentations
Three months have passed since the terrible and dreadful events of that day. The New York Siege has long since passed, but the memories of all the horror and mayhem were still fresh in the minds of its residents, the ones fortunate enough to have survived the mayhem. Klaus' forces laid untold devastation and destruction, turning Manhattan from a sprawling metropolis to a war torn and debilitating area. Thousands of lives were lost in the conflict, thousands more were left homeless due to the destruction caused. Many residents were forced to take to the streets, finding shelter where they could and banding together to form communities. Even the city's most affluent and wealthy were not spared. Financially, the fighting left the city in an economic nightmare. Some even comparing it as America's worst economic crisis since the Great Depression.
But despite the city's growing peril, there was another factor Manhattan was forced to acknowledge. No longer could it be kept a secret that monsters like vampires stalked the streets at night. Public outrage was increasing every day, some demanding harsh actions being taken against the higher echelon of the government knowing they withheld such information.
But such tension was not limited to America. In Europe, several countries were experiencing civil disobedience and unrest ranging from constant protesting, to violent riots.
The Vatican was not spared the dissent as well. The current Pope was forced to step down and resign, amid rumors of widespread corruption and deceit. Iscariot has since come forth, claiming to represent the true power of the church at large since the time of Christ.
In England, Hellsing was likewise facing mounting pressure. The organization founded by the legendary Abraham Van Hellsing did not have a promising future. Russia was likewise not spared from the increasing wrath and zeal of the public.
With the threat of Klaus' next attack looming closer, our heroes were beginning the long recovery process.
In England…
"Sir Integra, we regret to inform you that public outcry is continuing to increase. We are not sure how much longer we can satisfy this increasing unrest. Even the Queen remains doubtful"
The Round Table was busy in deep discussion at the Hellsing manor. The English people were in full uproar over revelation of not only the existence of vampires but of Hellsing as well. How could they place trust in British government, if they secretly still ruled over the unsuspecting public? Hellsing's future seemed uncertain, some even demanding that Integra step down as current heir and sell the organization over to the hands of British Parliament.
Nursing a cigar as she exhaled smoke out her nostrils Integra shook her head. "I'm aware sir, but there isn't much more we can do. The secret is out, the public will just have to accept."
Integra then chuckled, adjusting her glasses and tucking a few strands of her long blonde hair behind her ear as other members waited patiently. "It's funny: For well over a century we of Hellsing have waged a secret war against the forces of darkness. We've suppressed the knowledge of vampires from British society so well, we now have to fight against public scrutiny and denial of the fact. I can only wonder what Van Hellsing himself would say against such a dilemma"
Sir Penwood adjusted his suit before mopping his brow with a handkerchief. "Indeed, quite ironic madam. What is your plan then?"
"Very soon I will go before the Queen. I will not run from this new adversary. I'll address the English public and answer their objections"
"Sir Integra, what of the passing of your butler? What about Walter?" another member asked.
Integra paused, gently placing the cigar out before sighing and staring off. She still remembered the last words Walter uttered to her.
"Live long and prosper and may the Hellsing line forever be a blessed one"
"I make no apologies for what happened. Walter gave his life in service not just to Hellsing or my family, but to all of humanity. His memory will always live in our hearts and I will see to it that his sacrifice will be honored" Integra said meeting their gazes. Sir Penwood nodded and then said, "And what of the Vatican? I'm most curious as to this new Pope"
"I will be meeting with him when I see the Queen" Integra answered. The meeting in the Round Table continued. Elsewhere in the Hellsing estate, Alucard and Seras were conducting their own meeting.
"I can't believe he's really gone. It…it just seems so wrong for Walter not to be here" Seras said standing before Alucard as he sat in his massive chair. The count crossed both legs together as he rested his hands against his chest.
"Walter's death was nothing we could have anticipated, or prevented. It's pointless to speculate over it. There's nothing to feel 'wrong' about" Alucard said, though his tone sounded quite cold as Seras flinched.
"But Master, wasn't Walter your friend?"
Alucard stared back, "Yes, he was"
"I can't help this feeling though. It should have been one of us, not Walter" Seras said shaking her head.
"Then tell me this Seras: Who would seek the wellbeing of our master, if one of us were to fall at the hands of Klaus?" Alucard said narrowing his crimson eyes as Seras grew quiet.
"Master there's something else"
"Yes?"
"Theokoles. He's…he's too strong. I'm not sure if any of us are able to really stop him. He truly is immortal"
Alucard grew silent, staring with those cold crimson eyes of his causing Seras to grow unnerved. His lips twisted to a cruel smirk as he began chuckling. "Idiot, haven't you learned anything since joining the ranks of the undead?" Alucard said removing his glasses as Seras frowned.
"There's no such thing as immortality. Those of us foolish enough to tread down this path must come to understand. However prolonged our existence, every monster can be killed, but not by another."
Alucard dropped his glasses on the stand beside him, folding his fingers in a tent as he sighed and leaned back.
"For it takes a man, to slay a monster." He stated looking back as Seras blinked.
"You always say that, what does that even mean?" she asked.
"You'll learn, in time, you'll learn" Alucard mused as he chuckled.
In New York…
Dexter pounded away at the heavy bag, breathing and shouting on his every strike. His hands were wrapped tightly in black wraps as he hammered the bag with thunderous hook and uppercut punches. Punching harder and harder with every swing, the bag folded with his every strike. Steadying the bag was Dutch, coaching him through each strike.
"Good, swivel more, follow through with your hips and shoulders" he coached.
Dexter gave a shout of anger as he slammed his right fist in a tight and clean hook punch as the bag folded into his every hit. Finally he punched a last time and backed away, drenched in sweat as he panted heavily.
"Why so tense? You and Rosette not handling business?' he teased as Dexter scowled.
"No you idiot it's not that. These last few months have been pissing me off. I don't know what the hell these people are expecting us to do. The secret is out and they're getting on the Bureau's case. The board is trying to really crack down hard or some bullshit" he said holding his knees as he panted and regained his breath.
"Plus, there's the whole bit of Sion completely destroying Central Park. Add on top of that the damage Klaus' goons caused and the city is looking at financial troubles up to high heaven. We may even need serious bail out according to some experts" Dexter added as Dutch handed him a towel and water bottle.
"Anyone hear from Sion?" he asked.
Dexter took a long gulp, gasping as he answered. "No. He's completely dropped off the radar. No one's seen him, no one's heard from him. After his last attack he just, vanished. It's starting to worry a lot of people" Dexter said frowning and beginning to pace as Dutch folded both his arms.
The doors to the gym opened, Seth walked followed alongside by Dante. Surprised, Dexter blinked twice. "I didn't know you stuck around"
Dante shrugged and said "I didn't. I came to check how things were going. From what I can tell, they seem like shit" he mused.
"Yeah you can say that again" Dexter replied unhappily.
"There's something else though. It's about Theokoles. Seth and I were doing some digging and he says he's found something huge, something that may point to a way to beat him" Dante explained as Seth nodded.
"I went back to my old homelands where my clan kept his grave site hidden for centuries. Took some doing but I came on some ancient knowledge pointing to his biggest weakness" Seth explained.
Just then Rosette walked in. "Dexter, Seth, I need you guys to meet with Director McGrath. It's important"
"Ok. Just as soon as we-"
"Now, agent. Whatever is going on can wait. Third level conference room in ten minutes" Rosette said quite sternly. Just as soon as she had entered, she was gone leaving behind a bewildered Dexter who just stared with his mouth open.
"Sheesh. You guys in a spat or what?' Dante asked as he chuckled. Dexter said, "It's just all the stress from these past few months. She'll be fine. Well, better get changed" he lamented.
Director McGrath was conducting a meeting regarding the state of the city since Klaus' attack months earlier. Several of the Bureau's top directors were in attendance.
"Director McGrath, is it true that the devil known as Sion has completely disappeared since his assault against Klaus months earlier?' one members asked waiting patiently for an answer. Calmly folding his hands Director McGrath said "It's true he has not reported to the agency. We have no intel on his location"
"So he's rogue then" the same individual said with an accusatory tone, more as a statement than a question.
With a stiff look, "No I am not saying that and there is nothing to confirm or even suggest it"
"Director, how can you sit there and say he has not gone rogue? But more to the point, have we forgotten what he has done? Central Park is completely destroyed! There is nothing left and the public is furious! They are demanding immediate action!"
The door opened and in walked Rosette, followed by Dexter. "Ah yes thank you for joining us" Director McGrath said as they took seats near him.
"As I was saying, public outrage is at an all-time high. The city is demanding answers. I say we give it to them. We come forth of the FBI's monitoring of supernatural activity" Ackley said, causing Rosette to shudder at the sound of his voice.
"We could do that sure, but then what? You really think one little public outing will cause all this dissention to cease?" someone else said tossing their hands up exasperated.
Calmly, Ackley turned to Rosette. He couldn't read the neutral expression on her face and so cleared his throat before saying, "Rosette?"
Rosette merely shrugged. Ackley scowled and again cleared his throat, indicating he desired for Rosette to contribute. But again, she shrugged her shoulders, calmly folding her arms and crossing one leg over.
"Have you nothing to say for yourself? Your leadership has been called into question considering recent actions taken by members of your own division! Let us not forget that the vigilante serial killer, Kazuya, was under your custody and jurisdiction when he assassinated the former Section Chief Quinton and escaped custody, only to then be apprehended but yet again mysteriously vanish all the while being under your custody. And lastly, these actions taken against Klaus by your own agent, Sion were inexcusable. Destroying all of Central Park in his rampage? I mean really now"
Dexter looked at Rosette, noticing the changing expression forming on Rosette's face. He had seen that look maybe once or twice before and knew what it meant.
She was mad. Rosette almost never lost her cool and she had an amazingly high tolerance level for dealing with bullshit. But this, this was something else. Her face actually became dark with anger as she breathed in steady through her nostril before sighing and blinking twice. Dexter braced himself.
This would be ugly.
"With all due respect, Director McGrath please excuse me in advance for my words but I must" she said turning to him as he stared nervously.
"You call into question my leadership when I have routinely led this division with above reproach and efficiency? This part of the agency has the highest case clearance in almost 30 years. I took over this job and we have not faltered in our mission; protecting the public from the spiritual forces of darkness. You can blame me if you want for allowing Sion's rampage to continue unchecked or for losing track of Kazuya but don't you dare question my leadership or my resolve! If the FBI would focus more on its duty and mission to protect the citizens of this nation from all facets of evil and less on politics and saving face then perhaps the Bureau would not be in the state it's in!"
Rosette stared, seeing the blank faces of the board members. Dexter folded his arms and said nothing.
Sighing, Rosette stood from her seat as she calmly walked out the office. The door slammed behind her and no one uttered a word. A few members coughing uncomfortably as they swiveled in their seats.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Dexter broke the silence. Standing up cheerfully, he clapped both hands together and rubbed his palms.
"Well, it's 1:30. Anyone take lunch yet?"
In Russia…
Vladimir stared outside his office window at the growing mob gathering in front of his estate. Rubbing his temple he closed his eyes, sighing deeply before opening his eyes and gazing outside. An intense crowd of news journalists and other press gathered, demanding to speak with him as current head of the Order of the Cross. Wanting to know more about the secret organization that for 200 years protected the Russian people from all facets of evil. Vladimir also suspected that a large push for such an intense gathering was orchestrated by an all too familiar opponent and challenge to his leadership.
Shuddering with displeasure he noticed the door to his office open. Michael walked in, followed by Proctor, Mariska and a few of his guards.
"Ah don't sweat it boss, this might even be fun. We could really mess with these people's heads" Michael said enthusiastically and then smirked.
Vladimir sighed and shook his head. "You know, I've seriously been contemplating how to handle this. Do me a favor, gather the pack" he asked as Michael grinned before stepping outside.
"Hun, you sure you want to do it this way?" Mariska asked curiously as Vladimir nodded.
"Indeed. Proctor? Let's do it"
Proctor nodded, "Whatever you see fit sir" he replied.
Fifteen minutes later Vladimir stood on the front entrance of his estate before the ever growing mob of reporters and journalists. All shouting and speaking at once. Cameras flashed, videos recorded and journalist after journalist scrambled to get their say in. Behind him was the entire pack with Michael at the lead, Kathy flanking his right with Raul and Karl flanking their right and left respectively. A few of the Order's guards stood at the ready, weapons held low, just in case.
Calmly clearing his throat he waved one hand to signal he was ready.
"Good evening folks I'll just get right to it. My name is Vladimir Sokolov and I am the current head and leader of the Order of the Cross. Let's cut to the chase: For over two centuries my family has guarded and protected all Russian territories from the forces of evil. My ancestor, Vitali Sokolov founded the organization in response to the rising threat of great evil, most notably at the time that of the Werewolf" Vladimir began.
At the mention of 'Werewolf' a few of the reporters began chuckling and shaking their heads as if doubtful he was telling the truth. Michael stared calmly but he could sense some of the irritation of his pack behind him. Sergei gave a low rumble of displeasure. A brief stare from Kathy calmed the mood.
"We have been under the direct authority of Mr. Prime Minister himself, as well in cooperation with the Russian Orthodox Church for countless years. Our mission is simple: Protect the people of Russia from all manner of supernatural evil" Vladimir said as the reporters fired off a flurry of questions while the video cameras continued rolling.
"Mr. Sokolov I am with the Prime Minister's union. Is it true that the attacks in St. Peterburgh months earlier were in fact conducted by the terrorist known as Klaus?" one woman asked.
Vladimir said, "Yes. My forces along with substantial cooperation from other military forces were successful in repelling Klaus, for then at least"
"But what of this business regarding the Iscariot? Is Russia in some kind of standoff with the Vatican?"
Vladimir felt his jaw tighten. "Fucking Maxwell" he thought to himself, doing best to hide his displeasure.
"I am not aware of such a movement. We have attempted cooperation in the past, didn't work" Vladimir said catching Mariska's glance as she nodded and folded her arms.
"Mr. Sokolov please answer this: If the Russian government has kept the knowledge of supernatural creatures for so long from the public, how can its citizens place their faith and trust in its institutions?"
Vladimir cleared his throat and answered calmly. "I can understand if the public is outraged, or even skeptical but please consider this: Centuries ago, vampires were a constant threat as far reaching as Siberia. Packs of rogue Werewolves often patrolled the underbelly of the inner cities, from Moscow, St. Petersburgh, Vladivostok and others. Do you think Russian citizens were prepared for such a reality? Would they have not taken to the streets, further endangering themselves? The Order of the Cross has only held the public's interest in its mind, including ways to protect it. It, it was a necessary move to protect Russia" he stated.
The reporters again began with their onslaught of questions ranging from what type of weaponry the Order used to what political affiliation it identified with. One even suggested it had access to WMD's, which Vladimir vehemently denied.
"I can assure you" he began trying to conceal his growing impatience. 'The Order does not use nuclear weaponry of any sort"
At one point a female reporter lowered her mic as she spoke calmly. "So then it is true? Werewolves are real? I mean, really real?"
Vladimir blinked. "Yes, they are. You're looking at about ten of them, standing behind me right now" Vladimir turned to Michael and the pack. Michael shrugged, turning to Kathy and the others as they indicated they had no apprehension in confirming their status.
"Fuck it" Sergei and Alex said as Robert shrugged and Hiro remained silent.
"What is the Order's relation to such monsters?" another reporter asked.
"My family has controlled packs of Werewolves since our founding. They have since sworn a blood oath of loyalty and duty to my bloodline dating back to the time of my ancestor Vitali." Vladimir explained. At that point the cameras flashing took aim at the pack, some even directing questions to them.
At this point Michael, very calmly walked forward. He looked at Vladimir, who nodded his approval.
Raising his hand calmly, he signaled all attention to him as he cleared his throat and began speaking.
"I can address any remaining questions you might have in the following statement. Good people of Russia, my name, is Michael. I am a servant of Mr. Sokolov and of the Order of the Cross. I am also a servant of the Russian people, its institutions and government. And I am also a Werewolf"
Many began gasping, some even backing away cautiously while Michael continued.
"I was born well over 2000 years ago. I am Pure Blooded; I was born with Lycanthropy, the affliction we Werewolves carry. I have lived through countless time periods, from watching Rome fall, the spread of Christendom, to the Enlightenment period. I witnessed Napoleon's forces massacred. I witnessed the beginning of the slavery period in England all the way to the 13 colonies. I witnessed empires rise and fall, kings dethroned and dynasties collapsed." Michael stated briefly touching on his extensive lifetime.
"Two centuries ago I came across the Sokolov family line and was defeated at the hands of Vitali himself. Rather than face death I offered my services to his bloodline however he saw fit. In the coming years I formed a pack, serving as the Alpha, the leader and commander. We have fought in countless wars, fighting against some of the foulest and most dangerous beings imaginable. And all this we have done in the name of Russia, to protect you, the citizens from a world you could never in your worst nightmare prepare yourselves for. Good people of Russia know this: Tonight you can rest assured that your land and its citizens are being protected. Parents, you can continue raising your children to be the leaders of the tomorrow" Michael said.
That was it and he stepped back to join the ranks of the pack. Silence greeted his ears as none of the reporter's uttered a word.
Vladimir then said, "Anything else, please speak with our affiliates in the Prime Minister's office. I must return to my office now. Thank you, and good evening"
The group then retreated back inside, much to the dismay of the reporters whom again began a swarm of questions as Vladimir's guards kept them at bay while everyone else packed inside.
Closing the door behind them, Vladimir sighed and gave a shrill look of displeasure.
"Vultures" he spat as his wife giggled.
"Well Boss, hard part's over" Michael said as Vladimir sighed then smirked.
In New York…
Rosette continued huffing and breathing heavily, sweat dripping from every inch of her as she performed countless sit ups. Arms folded over her chest, her hair in a messy bun as beads of sweat rolled down her head as she breathed out on every motion. The mat stained with her perspiration as she continued.
The doors opened, Dexter walked in followed by Dante. Neither said anything, Dante watching with mild interest as Rosette continued with her sit ups.
"Think she'll stop?' Dante said as Dexter frowned.
Rosette suddenly gave a loud shout, collapsing backwards as she breathed heavily. Slowly standing to her feet she wiped the sweat away as she turned to face them. Dexter couldn't read her expression; she seemed neither angry nor upset and she didn't appear to show any other strong emotions.
"Yeah so about the board meeting earlier" Dexter began. She stopped him, dropping the towel to the floor as she sighed and took a deep breath.
"Listen Dexter, I'm so sorry for everything that's happened today. My attitude and behavior, how I treated you. I shouldn't have let my frustration get the best of me so again, I'm really sorry babe" Rosette said looking down at her feet. Moments later she felt a hand lift her chin up as she met Dexter's eyes. He kissed her and then laughed. "That all? Look Rosette don't be such a worry wart. Director McGrath assured me the board members aren't going to throw a fit. No disciplinary action, no summons, nothing. Swept under the rug"
Rosette blinked, "But ho-"
"Let's say you've got some powerful friends" Dante said with a smirk. Rosette smiled, kissing Dexter again before saying "Ok so what's up? How come you're still here?"
"Seth needs all of us. He's got some big new information on Theokoles" Dexter said as her eyes widened.
And indeed, the revelation Seth was preparing to reveal was quite large indeed. 20 minutes later, everyone gathered in Rosette's office. Seth was last to attend, closing the door behind him. Staring at everyone present he sighed and said, "Get comfortable this will get heavy"
Rosette nodded, folding her arms calmly as she sat at her desk. Dexter stood beside, Dante leaning against the wall on the adjacent side. Director McGrath sat across from Rosette as Seth took the middle of the room and began pacing.
"Alright everyone listen carefully. So last month I re-visited my old homelands near Romania. It's been centuries since I've been there but our encounter with Theokoles led me to dig through the history of my clan. Our only shot at beating Theokoles is to understand who and what he is. I've said it before but he truly is death incarnate, a killing force unlike any this world has ever felt. The true brunt of his power would be enough to make Hell itself tremble."
Seth sighed, noticing the looks on everyone as Rosette motioned for him to continue.
"But to know Theokoles, we have to know his origin and why he is what he is. As you all know, I'm a Wereshifter. Half wolf, half shifter, the first one born in over 800 years. When I was conceived, the two races celebrated together for it was the first time since the birth of both species we had united as one. My mother was a pure blooded Werewolf, her family line tracing back to some of the very first among Werewolves. My dad came from a long line of Shapeshifters. So when they were mated together, both their clans merged as one royal family. About twenty years before I was born my parents were approached by a group of human priests. They were descendants of the same sect of priests whom first sealed Theokoles away, and the same ones who bore the priestess whom Sparda used to seal off the Demon World"
Dante narrowed his eyes, becoming more intrigued. It seemed no matter what course in life he took, everything seemed to connect back to his father. Just who was his father, the Legendary Dark Knight?
"A plan was set where both groups would work together: The priests would use the strength of my clan to guard the secret and the location of Theokole's grave from any foolish enough to try and awaken him. It was set in motion and for years this went successful. Then came the day when Klaus sent his forces to seek the grave site. My family and the line of priests were slaughter without mercy. It was only thanks to my mother's sacrifice that Theokoles grave was sent to another location, where it then proceeded to bounce around until its final resting place."
"Jesus man" Dexter said shaking his head. He noticed the pain in Seth's eyes; in times passed Seth would periodically open up about his family that he so tragically lost as a young child. It always wounded him deeply.
"Continue Seth" Rosette said as he sighed and continued his lengthy story.
"To get to the point: I combed through the records left behind by the priest sect trying to find out more. When we were in Russia I told you but a mere fraction of his origin. It is much more terrible than you could imagine. Here's the thing: Theokoles actually began life as a human. As a human infant more like it. The legend goes that over 3000 years ago, a coven of powerful witches and warlocks set in motion a plan to create a demon who would serve as the vessel to Satan himself. To do so they kidnapped countless woman, subjecting them to rape and abuse, torturing them in body, mind, spirit and soul. The leader of this coven, a high priestess of untold spiritual power saw to it that the children born from these unions would be bound by sacrifice to the Devil in exchange for creating a demon of untold power. Of the countless babies raised in this nightmare, one male infant was born. The night he was born, the coven gathered themselves and the leader offered the child to Satan as a living sacrifice. The infant's body was placed in a furnace that burned for 3 days and nights. One the third and final night the child re-emerged, imbued with countless demonic power and re-christened as Theokoles.
Seth rubbed his temples before continuing. Rosette turned to Dexter whom frowned then to Director McGrath who stared intently.
"Theokoles is quite literally, a walking plague on this earth. Although the coven that spawned intended for him to be used to serve the Devil, Theokoles himself answers to no higher authority. He has no true purpose, no higher calling in his life. He was born and raised without knowing his mother's tender and soothing touch. Without love, happiness, joy, peace, serenity. It corrupted his mind, body and soul. He grew rapidly, in time he gained full mastery over his powers and solidified his existence by killing all the members of the coven that spawned him. As centuries passed Theokoles earned a reputation as the most savage and cruel demon in history. He would slaughter entire armies, just to tread through an ocean of blood. He'd torture and abuse countless women, just so their cries of agony would bring him ecstasy. But, there's something he did long ago that further expanded his power. An awful and terrible secret he carried out to ensure that no one, man or woman would be able to defeat him."
"And what's that?" Dante asked curiously as Seth faced him.
"His heart, Theokoles literally has no heart" Seth answered. Seeing the confused looks on each individual, he further elaborated.
"Centuries ago, Theokoles approached a witch in the hopes she could make him truly immortal in the sense no person, no weapon, no substance, nothing would be able to kill him. She took it a step further; in a twisted and horrifying magic ritual, she ripped his heart from his body and bound it to a sacred jar. No matter the damage his body sustains, so long his heart remains intact he cannot truly die. Despite his incredible power, that is his weakness" Seth explained.
"So we find his heart, and we can kill him" Rosette said as Seth nodded.
Dante shrugged and said, "Easier said than done. I'd bet my love of pizza and strawberry sundaes that Klaus has it with him. Theokoles is his ultimate trump card, no way in hell he would let that just lie around just anywhere"
"Dante is probably right, just how the hell are we supposed to get ahold of his heart anyway?" Dexter said shaking his head.
"There's something else" Seth began grimly.
"My God isn't this enough?" Director McGrath replied shaking his head.
Seth said, "When I was combing through the history of my clan I came across and old text. It's believed to be dated before the arrival of Christ. The text describes Theokoles' ascent to full power where in doing so he establishes a demonic paradise on earth, by breaking down the barrier between the human and demon worlds. In doing so, he will truly usher in an age of malevolence and darkness. But, to do so he requires the aid of certain assistance"
Rosette blinked and narrowed her eyes. "Ok, so what is he going to use a device or a weapon?
Seth hesitated, "His steed"
The silence that greeted his ears following this revelation was stifling. He looked all around, expecting Dante to crack a joke but even the devil slayer was strangely silent.
"I wish I could say this is a joke. But Theokoles needs to revive his steed, a terrible beast of unimaginable power. There are legends stating that the only one who could ride such a monster is Theokoles himself."
Seth then reached inside his vest, digging into a pocket as pulled out a long sheet of paper. He began reading from it.
"And then it was,
The Shadow of Hell shall plunge mankind into an age of darkness
In doing so, the boundaries between man and devil, Hell and Earth will be void
Theokoles, the God of Demons, will raise his steed from beyond the grave.
And so it shall become, a kingdom for the devil, created in the wake of mankind's destruction."
Seth folded it up and placed it away. "It's translated from an old language but that's the gist"
"Jesus" Rosette said holding her head and leaning back in her seat.
"So, it seems like everything is leading back to Klaus that little rat bastard" Dexter spat angrily.
Seth then said, "What about Sion? Hasn't he returned yet?"
"No, no he hasn't" Dexter said unhappily. Rosette's intercom buzzed suddenly. She pressed the button, "Yes?" she spoke.
"Ma'am, you need to come to the interrogation halls on the upper floor. There's…there's someone you need to see"
Rosette froze, quickly turning to Dexter whom said nothing. "We're in the middle of a very important discussion. It will have to wait" she replied.
"It's one of Klaus' henchmen. He was brought in only ten minutes ago during a raid on one of LOD's many facilities. He claims he has information pointing to Klaus' next objective"
"We'll be right there" Rosette said as everyone stood to exit her office.
At the Vatican…
"Enrico Maxwell, in spite of recent rumors pointing to Iscariot's widespread corruption and the state your organization has left our glorious church, I will allow you to speak on behalf of your order"
Maxwell swallowed the growing lump in his throat. Standing before a slew of priests and bishops as well as the newly elected Pope, he carefully considered his next words.
The Catholic church has faced growing unrest within its community. The current Pope would see to it that the church would rise from this recent set back.
Clearing his throat Maxwell began to speak. "I don't deny that the actions Iscariot has taken have been extreme. But it was all for the glory of God, for the promise of his continued kingdom. Iscariot is a blade, to be wielded in any fashion, using any means to silence her enemies."
The Pope raised his hand. "I will stop you right there Enrico. It's true that Iscariot is to be wielded against her enemies. But do not forget the true purpose of Iscariot, why we were formed over 2000 years ago. It's not silencing opposition, nor is it slaying heretics. It's not even to combat the vampire scourge and other forces of darkness"
"Our mission, is to serve the Lord. Nothing more and nothing less. We are to bring the light of God to even the darkest and foulest of places. Even the most rabid of heathen is not beyond God's loving grace. Unfortunately Enrico, when men such as yourself use our Lord to further your own agenda, that light gets twisted and perverted. When king Solomon began marrying pagan wives, they turned his heart away from God. Soon the kingdom of Israel became filled with idol worship and the depraved practices associated with those false gods. I fear that same thing is happening now: Men and women of God turning their hearts away and look what is happening: Corruption, deception, murder, falsehood, treachery. How can we bring the lost to God if they see us in such light?"
Maxwell said nothing, staring at the Pope who looked down from his seat with a cool but fiercely penetrating gaze.
"Your holiness, I can assure you that Iscariot has always only had the interest of the church in mind" he said.
"I want to believe you, but the evidence is to the contrary. And for that I reach my final verdict:"
The Pope slowly stood to his feet, all eyes gathered on him as he sighed deeply before speaking.
"Enrico Maxwell, I ex-communicate you from the Roman Catholic Church. For acts of treachery, corruption and false hood you will be judged and sentenced to appropriate action"
"WHAT?!" Maxwell shouted at the top of his lungs. He pointed a finger and shouted again, filled with rage.
"You cannot do this! You old rat! Do you know what I have sacrificed for this organization? HUH?! Countless time and money and energy went into ensuring Iscariot tramples upon our enemies no matter the cost. You cannot silence me, this is an affront against God!"
"Enough!" said a thunderous voice bringing silence as Maxwell halted his ranting. Slowly approaching was none other than Anderson himself, fists clenched and he looked exceedingly infuriated.
"Forgive my tongue your holiness, but I cannot allow this piece of shit to continue rambling. It's true; Iscariot is a blade to be wielded against her enemies. To smite all heretics and impure souls of the living dead. But not this way, not the way we've been operating the past decade or so. It's time we get this organization back on track. Enrico, I will say this once"
Anderson spun around, his back to the Pope as he pulled out twin bayonets, aiming them directly at Maxwell who shuddered and took a cautious step back.
"Maxwell, you are finished with this church. It matters not where you go. You can leave with your dignity intact. Or, you can be judged and tried right where you stand, ending with my cutting you down like a dog. The choice is yours" Anderson threatened coolly.
Maxwell growled, after several moments he collapsed to his knees. His head held low as he shook, from anger and realization that his life was over.
With a sigh Anderson placed his blades away as he turned back to the Pope who narrowed his eyes.
"Your Holiness, one last thing if I may"
The Pope nodded his head calmly.
Anderson adjusted his glasses before sighing.
"That beast, that devil, Theokoles. He will not be silenced so easily. I will require…special tools to defeat him. I will require….it" Anderson said. The Pope stared, for some time before he understood what Anderson referred to. His eyes widened, just a few inches as he cleared his throat.
"My child, you are certain?"
"Indeed. It's only as a last resort. To protect this church, I am ready to sacrifice body and even my soul" Anderson answered lowly.
The Pope then slowly rose from his seat. Raising his hands he bowed his head.
"Our Mighty Father in Heaven, be with your children in this time of crisis. Bless the church, bless the saints, bless your soldiers who are ready to fight in your name. In nomine Patris et Filli et Spiritus Sancti"
"Amen" Anderson and the surrounding priests and bishops answered.
In New York…
Entering the interrogation room, Rosette, Dexter, Dante and Seth followed by three agents shuffled in. "So who's this?" Rosette asked.
"His name is Wayne Sullivan. He has a long rap sheet. You name it; murder, kidnapping, extortion, rape it goes on and on. We busted him in one of our recent raids and he claims he has ties to Klaus. We've already been at him for twenty minutes, he's a total sociopath. No remorse, emotions, nothing. Just, dead inside" one agent said folding his arms.
Rosette narrowed her eyes, staring at the prisoner sitting cuffed to the table. He had dark brown curly hair, light brown eyes and wore a neat black Italian suit. He rocked back and forth slightly in the chair, humming and occasionally whistling.
Sighing Rosette said, "I'll go"
Dante blinked and shrugged, "If you say so"
Catching Dexter's eyes she nodded and walked back out. Entering the room she gently closed the door, walking over.
Wayne looked up, his eyes immediately drifting up and down, admiring Rosette's figure.
"Well hello gorgeous. Is this the part where you read me my rights? Oh wait, that already happened. Damn" he said slyly.
Rosette pulled the chair out, sitting down as she folded her legs and stared.
"Wayne I'm not going to waste any time brow beating so let's cut to it. You say you have information on Klaus and we want it. What can you tell us?" Rosette asked. Wayne pursed his lips and smirked. "Well see, here's the thing. I'm afraid I don't really know much"
Rosette reached on the table and opened a file. "Quite the rap sheet Wayne. Several priors for murder and the ever favorite rape. Even rape of a minor on here. Wayne, I could go the good cop bad cop routine but it'd be pointless. You know how the system works. Hell we have enough here to give you the needle" she said tossing the folder away.
Wayne chuckled. "Please, no criminal has been executed in New York in years"
Now Rosette smirked, "There's always a first"
Wayne frowned, very slightly. He shifted in his seat before chuckling again. "I like the whole lights dimmed trick, nice ambience" The lights of the interrogation room were dimmed low. Only one overhanging lamp above the two cast any light.
Wayne then said, "Now down to business. I lied before, about what I know. Thing is, I know tons. I know who our current President is. I know the all the elements of the Periodic table. I know how to kill a man with a thumb to the eye"
Rosette said, "I know that one too" she leaned in closer for emphasis. "It's my favorite"
Outside, the group watched as the interrogation continued. "He's just playing around. He knows we don't really have much to hold him on and we're just buying time" Dexter said.
"Dude is smooth I'll give him that. He's been through the system so many times he knows all our interrogation tactics." Seth said.
'Think she realizes that? Rosette I mean. It's been almost five minutes and she hasn't gotten him to open up about Klaus" Dante said frowning and tapping his foot. Seth turned to him, "There was one case we worked a few years back. Rosette went at this real nasty psychopath that killed his wife and kids. Real ugly motherfucker, butchered the whole family and set the house on fire. After Rosette was through with him, there was virtually nothing for us to find out"
Dante turned to him, "You don't say"
Seth grinned, "I can give you the guy's social security number" as Dante laughed. "Badass, I like that in a woman" he said. Dexter looked at him, and then smirked. "But I see your point Dante. Which is why…I have a backup plan. See the thing is, I knew they would be bringing this guy in. Got the heads up before we met in Rosette's office. So I took certain…steps to insure we get the information we need."
Dante and Seth looked at each other then back to Dexter.
Rosette sighed and leaned straight in her chair. "Where's Klaus right now Wayne?"
Wayne shrugged and pretended to stare off into space.
"Is he still in New York? Has he retreated to one of LOD's dens? What's he plotting now that his siege over New York is finished?" Rosette asked again growing more impatient.
Wayne yawned and then shook his head. "Klaus is planning another attack, sure but it's nothing like New York. After he's through, what we did to this city will look like a goddamn walk in the park. OH! I forgot, no more park. Real shame what happened too, I used to love strolls through Central Park"
Rosette stiffened, "You raped and murdered five women in Central Park"
Wayne dropped his jaw, 'Did I now? I can never keep up. I'm a man of many, many skills" he then gave a childish squeal and clapped his hands together.
Rosette's jaw tightened and she stared, hard. She had dealt with her share of criminals. Some psychopaths, some psychotics, some delusional. Many of them were very dangerous and cunning monsters. But this man sitting before her was something else.
Rosette stood from her seat. Removing a key from her pocket she uncuffed Wayne and left him sitting there. She then walked away, saying nothing.
Wayne admired her rear end swaying as he whistled his admiration. "Jenny got a big ol' butt" he sang as the door shut.
"Well, this is pointless. I can try all the tricks, but he won't talk. We're beating a dead horse" Rosette said entering the room as the group turned to her. Dexter sighed and closed his eyes. "Babe, promise me you won't be mad" he said opening his eyes again.
Rosette blinked and cocked her head. "What did you do?" she asked.
Dexter turned to the window where he could see Wayne sitting calmly. He took his fist and tapped the frame twice as everyone looked inside.
The lights flicked on suddenly, showing a masked and robed figure standing behind Wayne. The individual moved swiftly, bashing Wayne's head with thunderous force against the desk as he moaned in pain.
"Mmhhmmm" he said coming to as he looked up. Standing before him, fists balled at the side was a tall man wearing a slitted porcelain mask, a long hooded black robe and black boots.
Wayne recognized him instantly. "Kazuya…" he said with a chuckle. "I gotta say, for them to use you they must be truly"
Kazuya responded by smashing Wayne's hand on the desk with his fist as Wayne flinched and stifled a cry.
"Desperate" he finished.
Kazuya leaned in close, "Let's talk" he whispered threateningly.
Outside everyone turned to Dexter who shrugged. "We're desperate, there's no shame in that. Look like it or not we're the FBI. So, there's still a line we can't cross. But, him, there is no line. He's been killing off scum like Wayne for nearly his entire life."
"You said the word dude, kill" Dante said gesturing back inside.
"It'll be fine" Dexter reassured them. Rosette said nothing, just stared as Kazuya questioned Wayne.
"Where's Klaus? I know you, Wayne. One of his many disciples. Hoping desperately to curry favor with him by doing much of LOD's dirty work. Know this, one way or another, I will kill you. But first, you will assist us with some knowledge. Again, where's Klaus?" Kazuya asked beginning to pace.
Wayne laughed despite the threat. "Man oh man Kazuya, look at you. Parading with the good guys, like you're really one of the good guys. Don't kid yourself, you're not. No matter how much you try, no matter how many murdering criminals your blade cuts down. In the end, you're a murderer and a criminal yourself. And do you wanna know what the best part is?"
"Where's Klaus?" Kazuya repeated, this time his voice growing more aggressive.
"The best part Kazuya, is you claim to judge sinners in the name of God. Well let me ask you: Did you ever stop and wonder if God really cares? Does God really give a shit if we rape and murder and lie and cheat and steal? Does he care about you, Kazuya? But beyond that: How can a proclaimed man of God, murder, in the name of God? I have always loved the loop holes men like you make to justify their atrocities. But, that's still not the best part."
Kazuya decided to humor himself. 'What is?" he asked.
Wayne leaned closer and his voice dropped lower. "These people you're trying to help, trying to save. They don't care about you. They don't give two shits about you. They're just using you, and you're letting them do it. These uh, 'good Samaritans' when the times comes and trust me it will. They'll throw you to the wolves and with a smile on their face. It's sad though, Klaus always spoke about how if only you would have stayed with us. For the grand scheme of things, we could have used you Kazuya. But after he'd praise you, he'd go about how at heart you are just sad little boy, cutting down men and women with your sword because you miss your mommy"
Kazuya exploded with rage, grabbing Wayne by the collar and hoisting him up. "I'm not playing games, tell me where Klaus is!" he yelled.
Wayne chuckled again. "You'll have to make a choice. Choose to settle your vengeance with Klaus or help your friends get what they need?"
Kazuya slammed him, hard against the wall, holding his arm against his throat.
"Where is Klaus?!" Kazuya again shouted as Wayne shouted but laughed. "Come on Kazuya, you can do better. If you just beat me to a pulp how will I tell you what you need to know?"
Kazuya answered by shoving him, flipping him over and slamming him on his back onto the desk. He grabbed one of the chairs, lifting it up and smashing over his body as Wayne cried out in pain as his body convulsed. Kazuya turned, pointing a finger at the door as a blast escaped from his finger, singing the handle and corners, trapping them inside.
"Uh oh" Dante said. He and Seth didn't bother moving but Rosette had already raced outside, trying to breaking the door in to no avail.
With a groan, Wayne struggled to his feet, blood leaking from his mouth. "Wow, you're really letting go aren't ya?" Wayne said.
Kazuya grabbed him by the face, taking his whole head and smashing into the window of the room with a smash as the glass cracked and Wayne collapsed on the floor.
"Where is he?!" Kazuya roared angrily, balling his fists and growling with tremendous rage.
Wayne, bleeding from his head spat out blood. "Where's who?"
Kazuya smashed his knee into Wayne's nose.
"Where is he?!"
He picked Wayne up, smashing his fist repeatedly against his face all the while roaring with fury.
"Don't play anymore games! Tell me what Klaus is planning! What's his next objective?!"
Wayne grew quiet, not saying a word. Then finally he spoke, 'I'll tell you" he gulped and grinned despite the blood pooling in his mouth.
"Only to hear your cries of anguish when you realize how fucked you all are. He's going to do it, he's going to raise the army. He and Theokoles will raise them from the depths of the Demon World as his main fighting force for when he moves against humanity." Wayne said.
Kazuya narrowed his eyes, "What army?! We killed his top generals and destroyed most of the vampires. What's he got left?!"
Wayne spat blood to the floor and smirked. "500,000 strong, the most savage, vicious, cunning, deadly and unstoppable army in all of history."
Wayne grew deathly quiet before he uttered in almost a complete whisper.
"The Mannequin Army"
Kazuya dropped Wayne to the floor, staggering back in sheer shock. He nearly dropped to his knees. "It couldn't be, even he can't control them. No one could, even Mundus couldn't once he spawned them"
Wayne struggled to sit upright as he leaned against the wall. "He found a way to resurrect them. And when he does, this world will burn in a sea of fire and cinder and ash" he then began laughing wildly.
Kazuya slowly turned, staring at the window and catching the glances of Rosette and the others.
Hours later, Dante, Dexter and Seth sat in one of the staff break rooms. Feasting on the freshly delivered pizza.
"I always say it, a little pizza can brighten the darkest mood" Dante said chomping down hard on a slice as Dexter chuckled and leaned back in his seat. Seth was already on his seventh slice and didn't seem to be stopping.
As Dexter chewed, so much ran through his mind. With just a month before they had to face Klaus again it seemed as if the enemy was throwing every obstacle to them.
"Yo Dex" Dante said.
"What's up?" Dexter said wiping his mouth and reaching for the bottle of soda he was drinking. Dante smirked and said, "This might seem odd but can I ask you something?"
"Yeah anything"
Dante said, "What do you know about your father? I mean, growing up when you were a kid"
Dexter paused, gently placing the soda down and clearing his throat. "My dad? Well uh, where to begin?" he said smiling and shifting in his seat.
"My dad is a military man. He served in the Navy Seals 15 years before retiring. After that, he and my mom settled in Brooklyn, and then I was born. Because of his military career, he was a very hard man. Some might even call it a little harsh. But from the minute I was born, everything he did, was to provide for my mom and I. We were never without, my dad was even working two jobs at one point just to provide while my mom stayed home and raised me."
Dexter then smirked, recalling his childhood as Dante listened while Seth grabbed another slice.
"My dad would have a huge cook out every Sunday after church, for everyone on our entire block. Anyone was welcome, on one condition. If you didn't go to church you didn't get any barbecue. No matter how late he got home, he was up with me every night helping me with my homework. My mom told me that after I went to sleep, my dad would stay up reading the next chapter. So he could prepare for the next night."
Dexter folded his arms as he chuckled. "I remember everything about my father. I remember when I was only eight months old I had a terrible fever that wouldn't go away. My dad sat up all night with me in his arms. I remember the first fight I got into, he told me I fought like a girl. I remember when I got my first job, he helped pay for my first car. I remember bringing home my prom date, when I got accepted to the FBI. Everything, good, bad and the ugly, I remember it all"
Dante nodded. "All this crap we've been through, and it all connects back to my old man. To be honest, sometimes, I feel like I don't know him. As much as I can remember, he died a little after my brother and I were born. I don't remember much, his voice or anything. I don't even remember what the hell he looks like sometimes"
Dexter looked at Seth who shrugged and chewed on his last slice. "I see" Dexter said. Dante laughed, "Don't feel bad dude at least you got your old man. Doesn't really bother me though"
Dexter finished his soda and tipped it in Dante's direction. "If you say so"
In Russia…
Irina entered her bedroom, wringing the towel through her hair as she dried it. She walked around her bed to her dresser pulling the stool out as she prepared to sit down. She took her towel, tossed it over her shoulder and reached for her comb. However she paused, getting a very strange feeling. Slowly turning around Irina gasped. Standing there, holding her towel in his right hand and with a seductive grin on his face was Alex.
"Good evening Ms. Petrova" he said.
"Alex? Oh my goodness what are you doing here?" Irina said smiling as she turned to face him. Alex took a couple of steps forward and said "I wanted to see you. Before we go off to war. And let me just say, I'm not disappointed" as his eyes gazed her up and down. He tossed her towel on to the bed. "Irina...you look...incredible"
Incredible was an understatement.
Irina chuckled, tucking her hair behind her ear as she placed her hands on her hips. She was wearing a silk red night robe tied snug around her hips. Her hair was still damp from having recently stepped out of the shower. Alex could smell the sweet aroma of her shampoo.
Before either realized, they made their way to each other's arms, holding each other in a deep embrace as Irina rested her face against his chest as Alex pulled her closer.
"Irina, there's something I have to do, say really. It's taken me some time to realize it but, I can't hold it any longer" Alex said breaking their embrace as Irina stared up into his eyes. Taking a deep breath, Alex took her hands into his own, gently rubbing them.
"Irina Magdalene Petrova, I've fallen deeply, unquestioningly, madly, in love with you. You complete me, physically, mentally, spiritually. But there's something else, something that you've made me feel. Something I haven't felt in over 150 years since I received the bite" Alex said his tone changing. He pulled Irina closer to him as he took another deep breath.
"Human. You've seen the wolf and you accept it. You've seen the monster, and you don't run from him. And for that I'm ready to take the next step. Irina Petrova, I claim you, as my mate. I will love you, honor you, cherish and protect only you. I readily forsake all others, and take you by my side, as lover, wife, mate, companion, friend. I will hunt, only with you. I will share flesh, only with you. I will bare pups, only with you. Do you...do you accept?" Alex asked, his voice trembling.
Irina remained quiet, overcome by the plethora of emotions swirling inside. Then a small and joyous smile formed on her lips as she finally answered.
"Yes. Yes. Yes of course, I accept" she said leaping into his arms as the two shared a long kiss. Alex wrapped his broad powerful arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as he deepened the kiss. Irina took her hands, stroking his face tenderly. She then moved to his face and neck, placing delicate kisses along his cheek, taking her hands and rubbing his chest feeling the great amount of rippling muscles.
Alex began breathing harder, closing his eyes. He suddenly opened them as his eyes flashed, he felt his fangs growing. Stifling a feral grunt he broke the embrace, turning from Irina and backing a few paces back, breathing heavily. Irina, at first hurt by his seeming rejection of her then quickly understood.
"Alex.."
"No. I can't"
"Yes you can, it's ok" she encouraged him and took a step forward, gently clutching his shoulders.
"Irina, it's been a long time since I've done this" he answered, his back still turned away.
Irina hesitated, "With a woman?"
"Human" Alex clarified. "When we give in, to certain desires there's a part of us that comes out. It's not something pretty"
Irina again encouraged him, "I trust you, you've shown me that side before"
"This is different"
"Alex" Irina said, rubbing his shoulders. "Don't hide from me, it's ok"
Alex sighed heavily, finally turning around. Irina could see his ambers eyes shone more brightly, veins pulsed around his eyes and she could see his teeth sharper and more pronounced.
Smiling she took her hand and held his face tenderly, leaning in and kissing him. "See?"
Alex smiled back, returning the kiss as his arms instantly wrapped around her. Kissing her deeply, he scooped her up into his arms making his way over to the bed where he gently lay her down, slowly climbing on top as they continued kissing and caressing each other. Alex removed his shirt as Irina gazed at his rippling muscled form. He slowly undid her night gown, exposing the swell of her large breasts as she began breathing heavily. Irina slowly slid out of it, now completely nude as Alex began undressing himself, removing his shoes and pants as he was now nude as well. They continued kissing, groping and feeling all over each other's bodies. Alex played with her breasts, rubbing and squeezing them as he kissed her along her neck and chest as Irina pulled him closer.
Alex gently rolled on top, steadying her by the hips as he kissed her several times.
"Now" Irina moaned as she again breathed heavily. Alex gently pushed forward, thrusting inside her as she moaned. Finding his rhythm he continued, pushing in and out, in and out. Irina moaned with increasing pleasure.
"Deeper…faster" Irina said.
Alex took her legs, gently moving them to his shoulders as he entered inside her deeper. He continued for several moments, both breathing heavy, touching, tasting, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. Finally after nearly a minute, Alex reached his climax, grunting deeply as he hovered over her.
Irina breathed heavily, sweat pooling underneath her as her hair was unkempt and a mess. Alex kissed her, long and good as she then laughed.
"Damn, so that's what sex with a Werewolf is like" she joked as he stared. "Not up to your expectation?" he teased.
Irina sat up straight and kissed him. "No, even better. But, am I going to start scratching at fleas and howling now?"
Alex put on a cross look, staring for some time before they both laughed and cuddled closer together.
Lastly…
Rosette sat at her mirror, brushing her hair as she prepared to go to bed. She was exhausted, beyond recognition and was looking to some sleep. She turned to her clock, good Lord it was nearly 2 in the morning. Sighing she stood from her seat, placing her brush away as she turned to her mirror.
Her normally curly hair was straight, reaching below her shoulder. She was dressed comfortably, light grey shorts and a sleeveless white shirt. Sighing she turned to the side and grimaced.
"Has my butt really gotten this big?" she said both hands on her rear end before she chuckled. "Oh well, Dexter always says I need some meat on my bones. If it makes him happy I guess"
Rosette then turned toward her bed, moving to the left side. Sitting down, she paused. Slowly turning to her balcony window.
Standing there, arms folded, was Sion.
"Oh my God Sion!" She jumped and ran to him. "Where have you been?! I've been so worried about you. Sion…hey, Sion"
He seemed, different. In a trance. He was in his normal state, only difference being he didn't have his crown or rings to monitor his power and temper.
Sion answered calmly, "I've been around. Keeping tabs on Klaus' pawns. I know everything, about the Mannequin army, everything. I just came back tonight for one thing"
"What's that?" she asked.
"I'm leaving, I won't be returning. Once Klaus is dead, you'll never see me again" he said so coldly it made Rosette's skin crawl. She shuddered, 'Sion don't say that. Look if it's about what you did in Central Park"
"Rosette, don't defend me. I know the disgust and horror the public has felt. They're right, I'm a monster for what I've done"
"That's not true" Rosette said adamantly.
"But it is. I'm the Hundred Killer, the one who killed his own brethren and ruled the Demon World. Rosette I put you and everyone else in harm's way in my rage and anger. I…I will never forgive myself for that"
Rosette then slapped him, hard, across the face but Sion did not flinch or resist.
"Listen to me. Sion, I don't care about any of that. You have always fought to protect the innocent and that's what counts. Sure you've killed but only in defense. You may be a devil, but you're not a monster"
Sion then chuckled gently, moving closer as Rosette blinked.
"Like I said, I came for only one thing so please listen to me, please" he begged.
Rosette felt her heart flutter as she stared at him.
Sion took her hands into his. "Rosette Cristobel, I love you. And it is because I love that I must go."
"But Si-"
Sion grabbed her by the shoulders, his pupils dilating as his hypnosis began as she shuddered and moaned now fully under his trance. He spoke only once.
"Rosette, forget me. Forget ever meeting me, knowing me, caring about me. Forget how long I have served you, since you were a little girl and I always guarded you. Forget all memories, all thoughts, about me. If you hear the name SIon, it will not be familiar. I…I only ask one thing: Live a glorious and blessed life. Marry Dexter, make love to him, give yourself in mind body and soul to him. Have lots of children with him, raise them to be as strong and smart as their parents are. Grow in your love to him, and grow old and die together. And do this all, without remembering who I am. When you wake tomorrow, you will resume the fight against Klaus. Rosette Cristobel, live and be blessed"
Sion ended his spell as Rosette slumped in his arms now fully entranced as she was put in a deep sleep, moaning gently as Sion scooped her into his arms. He tucked her into bed, stroking her head gently. Before he departed, he kissed her, very gently and delicately on her lips.
Turning his back he departed her room. He turned around once, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
"Goodbye, Rosette. The only woman I ever, truly loved"
He then left, leaving behind a slumbering Rosette whom slept peacefully.
"You may forget me, but I will never forget you. I will repay your kindness, somehow, one day. Farewell, I love you"
End Chapter
Coming up next, HUGE origin chapters. Kazuya's tragic and terrible past will be explained and I promise many questions will be answered, thanks for reading!